My alarm went off at its usual time, 5am. Usually music would gently wake me up, but today what came from my alarm radio was a garbled news broadcast. I wearily opened an eye, trying to focus on the blurry radio with the dim light of dawn peeking through my blinds. The man’s voice on the radio became louder as the cobwebs faded from my brain. I sat up and stretched and began tuning into the broadcast.
At first, I was a little confused, the man giving the broadcast only seemed to be directing their message to men. I listened closer and became to realize the news was about the war that was raging on in another country. Supposedly, we (my country) had lost that war. This must be a prank I thought to myself, huffing and starting to get ready for my day. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and turned on my little TV at my kitchen table, settling down to eat and sip my coffee. I picked up my remote and tried turning on my favorite talk show, but every station was a country wide broadcast of the same man (I recognized his voice) talking about the lost war. I finally decided to listen to what he had to say.
“To all my fellow countrymen, we have been conquered, our government has been seized, and we are now in direct control of our invaders. Our laws, our morals, our system of justice will change dramatically over the next few months” My heart sank at this message, I pushed my breakfast aside, I couldn’t eat anymore. His message continued…
“The first course of action is for all female citizens to be deemed property of men. If there is any female in public, or without a male owner, can be promptly enslaved by any willing man in the vicinity. All female citizens’ rights are now banned, their rights are only to be property of men, to serve as needed, and can be disposed by the choice of their owners…”
‘This is definitely a joke…’ I had no idea how to process the previous message I had just heard…about losing my rights as a human being. I felt stunned. After a few moments, I laughed. Of course this is a joke! No person can have their rights just banned…right? Of course. Simply a cruel and sexist joke. I laughed it off and prepared myself for work as usual.
Once I was dressed for the office, in my light blue dress pants, white blouse, and my hair done up in a loose bun with silver earrings and my favorite black heels, I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door. My first stop before the train station is always my local convenience store. It’s small and quaint but they brew the best coffee and sandwiches for only a few dollars. I eagerly walked through the parking lot, my heels clacking on the rough cement.
“Aye, girl, aye. Where you go baby?” A drunken man’s voice caught me off guard as I crossed the lot. I swung around to see a filthy black man, obviously a hobo, quickly closing in towards me. I backed up slightly, but curious what he wanted. “What?” I asked him. He was probably around 50 years old, wore ripped dirty jeans, a ragged t-shirt and a thin woolen belt around his waist. He smelled strongly of beer and urine. “Aye bitch, where ya owner?” I raised my eyebrow and started walking away. He quickly grabbed my arm, his hands calloused and sweaty. I tried jerking away but he swung me around and firmly pushed me into the side of the brick wall of the convenience store. “Bitch I asked you a fuckin’ question, ho. See, bitches gotta be owned by men and you a bitch. You got no owner, do you ho?” I was petrified of this man. Slim as he was, he was incredibly strong. His breath reeked of decaying teeth and alcohol. I tried moving my face away from his, he was incredibly close, his breath right on my face. “Listen, asshole, I’m not going to be owned by ANYONE, it’s a stupid joke, asshole!” I tried wriggling away, but he was too strong. The bum let go of one of my arms to reach inside of his back pocket and pulled out a newspaper with today’s date on it. He flicked it open so I could see the front page. It was a picture of our new (I’m assuming) president holding leash that was attached to a naked woman’s throat.
I swallowed hard. My mind spun. I couldn’t grasp the reality of the situation. I just looked at this homeless man, almost pleading with my eyes. “The rules be if you alone, I get to take ya as my own. And a white bitch like you will look great at the end of my dick, baby”. I started crying but I was immediately stopped by a sharp slap in the face. “Cunt, one rule be you don’t fuckin’ cry. You got to learn that you are now only here to please me, bitch. You feel?” I nodded, grimly. I needed to get away from this psycho.
The bum grabbed me by my blonde hair and yanked me down, so I was stooping in front of him. “Second rule, cunt, is ya always going to be naked, feel me? I want my bitches cunt always available fo me. Get undressed, ho”. I tried holding back tears as I slowly started unbuttoning my blouse, which was hard being in such a distorted position, crouching with my neck jerked to the side as this black man held me down.
I must have been taking too long because the bum pushed me to the ground and started ripping my clothes off. I screamed loudly as I was manhandled right there, in the parking lot. My clothes were forced off, with loud ripping sounds echoing right there, next to the dumpster. My mind raced with fear and disgust, this man was treating me worse than a dog, I am a person! With one strong hand, the man tore my bra off, sending my D tits flopping and wiggling. His grin at the sight of my voluptuous breasts made him smile evilly, his teeth all different shades of yellow and black. He then continued to undress me, baring me fully, right there in public. Cold sweat from humiliation flooded me throughout. I laid there, stiff as a board as I could feel people’s eyes on me, strangers, watching my sexual assault. The hobo kneeled down and started pulling and twisting my nipples, the same creepy smile lighting up his dirty, wrinkled face.
He continued his assault on my tits, pinching, squeezing and twisting my pink nipples until they puffed up and started turning red. I just laid there, nude, on the hard cement, accepting what was happening to me, trying my hardest not to cry. Just then, someone honked their car horn, drawing my rapist’s attention for a split second. I saw my window of opportunity for escape. I leapt up, shoved the old bum aside and started running towards the street, back towards my home. The gravel on the cement made it hard to run fast, I mostly hobbled. I finally made it to the edge of the road, but before I could step a foot into the street, I felt strong arms wrap around my elbows and pull me back. My body jerked backwards and I was met with a hard dick sliding into my cunt from behind. I screamed out of surprise, and some pain as it plummeted deep within me, stretching and tearing me slightly. My back, is pinned against the chest of my rapist, as he trust his long, throbbing cock into me with hungry, wild energy. My chest arched up in this position, leaving my tits to swing around wildly with each brutal shove into my cunt. I couldn’t hold back my tears as I watched the traffic keep flowing right in front of me, as everyone watched as I am raped by this homeless man, and no one stopped to help. A man walking his dog stopped only a few feet away and watched as my attacker kept fucking me raw, his balls slapping loudly against my ass. I close my eyes and tremble as I feel the man’s cock sliding in and out of me, deepening his strides with each trust. His arms snake around mine, his hands find my tits. He rubs and massages them roughly with his dirty calloused hands as his cock fills my depths, stretching me with each stroke. My rape lasts a few dozen minutes until my attacker decides he wants to humiliate me in another way. He turns me around, picks me up so I’m straddling his waist, then re-inserts himself and continues raping me as he looks me in the eye. His creepy smile stuck on his face as his dick plummets deep inside my abused cunt. He rocks his body back in fourth, giving him more power to push deeper into my womb. My arms are wrapped around his neck, just to keep my balance, my tits flop around wildly to his rhythm, slapping hard against my chest with loud smacking sounds. The man with the dog now has his cock out and he’s pleasuring himself to the sight of my brutal, humiliating rape. I wish nothing more than to have this all stop.
Finally, it’s all over. He yells loudly as his cock explodes deep inside of me, filling me with his seed, implanting himself in my most sacred space, officially marking me as his. He’s out of breath after raping me for over a half hour. He drops me on the ground roughly then falls on top of me. My naked body shines brightly with sweat under the hot sun. After a few minutes of trying to catch his breath, my rapist looks up at me with his yellowish smile and says “You and me are gonna have a lotta fun, bitch”
